[Video] In the Junk Pile

[dirge]

[When the camera clicks on, all that's visible above a mound of junk is a pair of yellow wings. They twitch, wiggle, and then suddenly go straight as someone murmurs something that sounds like Oh, yes. That's lovely~.

The junk shudders and then explodes outward as Dirge climbs his way out of it, shaking off random scraps.]

Another day, another new world! And this one is so full of things just lying around...

[He's holding something that looks like it could be a mangled old gas mask, pinching experimentally at the long tube hanging from it.]

This place is mine now, understand? I've marked it. [He gestures and the camera swings to the word 'DIRGE' spelled out in old cans.]

So stay away. [The screen is obscured by a pointing claw, then narrow red optics, and then....just junk. It seems he's gone back into the pile.]

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[youhavebeenswindled]

[Swindle can sense danger here, but rather than look afraid, his grin gains a nasty tinge to it. He is not an easy 'Con to scare.]

Because I can make you regret it~

Besides, you know that it's better to go for the long-term investments than the short-term. Anyway, now'd be a good time to let go of me.

[There's a click and suddenly there's a gatling gun pointing out of Swindle's chest. He wastes no time firing at the Clone while twisting away and activating his negatronic force field. While he certainly doesn't have much of a chance of fighting Dirge head-on, his weapons are top-of-the line, and his body is practically bursting with them.

He smiles and points his scatterblaster at the clone.]

How about you leave and think about my offer hmm?

[dirge]

[Dirge knows he has the advantage of strength over Swindle, but something in the other's voice clues him into the fact that he still might be in trouble. Swindle never says things like 'I'll make you regret it' unless he means it.

The clone is so close he can feel the displacement of air as the gatling gun emerges, his optics widening as he recalls that particular weapon. The force of the point-blank blast knocks him backwards a few steps, shattering his cockpit and leaving scorch marks all over his abdomen armor.]

Guagh!

[By the time he's recovered enough to even look up, Swindle has a nasty looking gun pointed at him and a force field protecting him from any more attempts at physical harm.]

..... Cheater.

[He mumbles, feeling like a huge idiot for forgetting Swindle's arsenal. Not only has he lost the salesmech, but also his dignity. And he'll need new glass for his cockpit now too. He's starting to understand it probably isn't worth it to try attacking Swindle head on anymore.

The clone shuffles to his feet, wincing as shards of glass tumble from the ruined pilot's seat. Transforming is going to be too painful, so he ignites his heel thrusters with one last glance at Swindle and takes off.]